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It's one week later.
I am so fucked.
The left half of my face is still swollen yet curiously slack.
My left eye is still swollen shut and feels like sandpaper.
The operation was grotesque. I should know. I had a wide-awake ringside seat for it. Definitely WTF.
I just began to recover my appetite today.
So, no, I'm not fine. I'm pissed off and feeling sorry for myself (if you didn't gather that minor point because of my obvious subtlety). And, to add insult to injury, there's a lot of grey hair showing that wasn't there one week ago. Le sigh eternel.
Anyway, I'm just posting so you know I'm alive (if you can call it that).
And, now, if you'll excuse me, there's a bag of frozen okra waiting to be slapped against my face.
Thoroughly disgusted don't even dare to come close to me hugs,
H.
I am so fucked.
The left half of my face is still swollen yet curiously slack.
My left eye is still swollen shut and feels like sandpaper.
The operation was grotesque. I should know. I had a wide-awake ringside seat for it. Definitely WTF.
I just began to recover my appetite today.
So, no, I'm not fine. I'm pissed off and feeling sorry for myself (if you didn't gather that minor point because of my obvious subtlety). And, to add insult to injury, there's a lot of grey hair showing that wasn't there one week ago. Le sigh eternel.
Anyway, I'm just posting so you know I'm alive (if you can call it that).
And, now, if you'll excuse me, there's a bag of frozen okra waiting to be slapped against my face.
Thoroughly disgusted don't even dare to come close to me hugs,
H.
